My story started very sad;
Fled from Tumasik cos some people mad
Went to Muar, Biawak Busuk plak kacau,
But then at another tebing, Wah! This place syiok kaw-kaw
Cos a kancil kicked a dog’s a** and got me all inspired,
Hence born Melaka, my pendatang story, and all that transpired

I offered rice, sago, banana and spice;
Everything also make nice-nice
People came when told something’s happening
Tengok sekali, they all said ‘Fuiyo, gua pening’
From Myanmar, Pasai, Acheh, Parsi they sailed
When Ayudhya and Majapahit heard, they went quite pale

Harumnya Melaka once upon a time
Smelled of kunyit, pandan and some lime
The streets had jade, jaspers, cloves, and silk,
And plump cows from Ceylon filling pitchers of milk
Ah my big family from Flores, Champa ‘n Marakkar
And my bro Cheng Ho from China who loved ikan bakar

It’s no secret really how we grew;
Macam kat Athens, Turki and Venice too
Dasar buka pintu, we declared with our hearts
‘Selamat datang, Pendatang’, jom play a part
Brown skin, sepet eyes, Maggi hair – wild as it seems
We were many, many colours, but breathed one dream

1511 Portuguese datang mari,
My descendents, again, had to cabut lari.
But they came back – Baba, Nyonya, Chitty, Marican,
Variety in muka, culture and also benda makan.
From mere house, they made it home,
So with diverse ideas, body and spirit, they said Jom!